Headers in Red denote Works in Progress

A CHUISLE MO CHROI
by Meg
NC-17

"Fuck Saint Valentine. Fuck Angelus. And fuck the power that broody wanker still holds over me. Should've learned by now…all roads eventually lead back to Sire. It would be tonight out of countless others my muddy, disjointed thoughts turn to him. The one night he treated me as I deserve. Precious."

BLOOD OF THE TIGER
by fanbot
NC-17

Two lonely souls reconnect.

HOME ON THE RANGE
by Vampire Fever
R

"You know, Angel, I think you would've made a good cowboy. You've got the big broody forehead that could carry off wearing a Stetson. Swap the poncy Italian trousers for some black jeans; strap a gun belt over the stomach to hide the flab and you'd fit right in propping up the bar in some one-horse town."

HONORABLE SONS
by Josie_h
NC-17

It was fortunate that the dragon had only been able to take one swipe with its talons before it fell to the vampire’s sword. It was unfortunate that the talons had found their mark.
Spike had watched his Sire fall, unable to reach him in time as he fought for his own survival...

I BELIEVE
by Spikedluv
R

"What are you doing?" he asked again.
"Trying to get it out!" Spike cried. "It burns. The bleedin’ spark...burns," he moaned. "I wanted her to love me," he said, staring at the ceiling. "But I was a monster. Without the spark. I needed the spark to be a man. A man she could love. Like you. But you didn’t tell me it would *burn*!"

NUMBER ONE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR
by Adsum
NC-17

Angel watched the display with increasing enjoyment. One of the things he had never tired of in Spike was his hedonistic ability to revel in sensation. Even when Angel had been hanging in chains with pokers skewering his body, there had been a small, detached part of him that had taken pleasure from the sight of Spike's delight at causing and witnessing the torture. His boy fairly glowed with life sometimes, which, for one of the undead, was a pretty mean trick.

REWARD
by mygothangel
PG-13

Loud thumping in his head and a feeling like all his senses were dulled at once convinced him that yes, his heart was beating and despite signing the prophecy away he somehow became human. The one thing he wanted for so long, his redemption, his reward...

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

 

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